L'Eau d'Hiver Editions de Parfums Frédéric Malle 2003

"I can't even describe what this scent smells like to me - all I know is that I can't stop smelling you!" my best friend said to me as we spent an afternoon at the perfumery. I w/had to choose between two scents and let her sniff both wrists without letting her know which scents they were. Also my tendency went again and again to Frederic Malle - I could not leave my nose also from my Handgekenk.

And exactly this sentence, which she pronounced, hits the nail on the head. This fragrance is difficult to describe: Nothing loud, nothing intrusive. Leau d'hiver is intimate, close to the skin, powdery, warm and cold at the same time, dry, I get minimal lipstick vibes, seductive. A hug, a gray, light cashmere blanket, which I put around my shoulders in the evening and look dreamily out the icy window to watch fine, small, falling snowflakes. Or if I were to romanticize this scent in another way, I would see Hogwarts in the deepest, darkest winter and Hedwig turning her circles around the castle in her white, elegant, soft feathers.